Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling — Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
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Love was like notches on a speaker that could be cranked up and down, the decibels of desire, the frequencies of feeling. Sometimes she thought that she might have cranked it all the way up and broken the dial before the music had even started.

— Alice Pung, Her Father's Daughter
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